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to sin by the women in their lives. He didn’t exempt
none of us, not even his wife. I guess he was trying to beat the
sin out of her which was how come she sometimes came to church with
bruises on her arms and face. At least, Pa never beat Ma and had
only lain a hand on me twice. First, when I was about seven and I’d
lied about breaking one of Mother’s vases. The second time was when
he caught me fingering myself between my legs in my room. That had
been years ago when I was just fourteen, but it still made my
cheeks hot thinking about it.
    I’d seen Sargeant mount Brownie in the fields
and it had made me feel all tingly between my legs. It wasn’t the
first time I’d seen them doing it but it was the first time I’d had
such a good view of Sargeant’s huge member. It had hung down from
his body, thick and dark and so very long. When he’d risen over
Brownie and pushed himself into her I became so warm and quivery in
my own private parts that I’d rushed up to my room, thrown myself
on my bed, raised my dress, and shoved my hand down over my stomach
and past the elastic waist of my panties. To be very honest, I’d
done that before. It felt really good to play with myself like that
but I’d never done it during the day. Anyway, Pa saw me go into my
room and he came to tell me something. Well, he didn’t take too
kindly to seeing his little girl being wicked and nasty as he put
it.
    If he’d known it had been Gideon I’d been
imagining impaling me on his penis like how Sargeant had impaled
Brownie, Pa would probably have flayed me alive. As it was, I
couldn’t sit down comfortably for a week after he’d taken the birch
rod to my backside.
    It was years before I touched myself again.
In fact, I’d only just started a few months ago. I tried to think
of other boys I knew but my imagination always turned to Gideon. It
was his calloused hand I imagined stroking my soft privates and
making my juices gush from me. It was his lips I dreamed of kissing
as my hands caressed his nipples and wandered over his hard stomach
to touch his penis. I’d never seen it but I longed to hold it in my
hand. I knew my thoughts were sinful and wicked and that I was a
sure sinner for thinking of him in that way, but I couldn’t help
myself. Gideon was the most handsome boy around for miles and I saw
him every single day. I’d felt sure God would forgive me for my
impure thoughts but, maybe, he hadn’t and that was why I was
walking on the dust road, looking for my family. Because my
sinfulness had caused me to be Left Behind when they ascended to
heaven.
    I thought it was unfair of God to blame me
for the kiss I’d shared with Gideon. It had just happened so
naturally. I’d been standing behind him in the milking parlor as he
fixed one of the machines and he’d stepped back, unexpectedly,
right into me. I’d almost fallen but he’d grabbed me and then it
just happened. The pressure of his lips on mine robbed me of reason
and filled my soul. It had lasted only a minute, one single minute
of heart-melting bliss. Then he’d wrenched himself away from me
and, without a word, strode out of the barn before I could say
anything or try to stop him. And I would have stopped him if
I could. Was that why God had left me behind? Did He think of me as
a modern-day Eve, steeped in sinful lust?
    My eyes teared up thinking about all of this
as I neared the small covered bridge over Lacy Creek. The covered
bridge isn’t all that long since the creek isn’t very wide but I
guess I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear the
pinging sound of an open car door until I was on the bridge itself.
I stopped, startled. A dark-colored car sat in the middle of the
bridge, its engine on but its headlights off and one door open.
From where I stood it looked like Mr. Grayson’s old Chevy but what
was it doing there and where was Mr. Grayson? Had he been taken in
the Rapture? But, if so, why was the door open?
    “Hello,” I called.